Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)

Do you feel that? It is the native wind

That pushes south on my body towards home.

Throughout my weary life it’s had me pinned

And binds me tight no matter where I roam.

From this fickle world I’ve been sent away

Into the unknown land, my motherworld,

From which I sprang here, struggling like a stray,

Emerging from my swaddle just unfurled.

It’s to that world the wind is sending me,

Abound the wings of fate, the flying beast.

It was too silly, my wish to be free.

All that’s left for me is to be deceased.

Deportee forever, fore’er estranged!

I find my last rest at Diablo Range.